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// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so iâve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if youâd like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and Iâll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! â¤ď¸
// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so iâve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if youâd like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and Iâll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! â¤ď¸
// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so iâve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if youâd like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and Iâll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! â¤ď¸
// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so iâve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if youâd like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and Iâll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! â¤ď¸
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// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so iâve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if youâd like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and Iâll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! â¤ď¸
// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so iâve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if youâd like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and Iâll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! â¤ď¸
// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so iâve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if youâd like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and Iâll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! â¤ď¸
// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so iâve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if youâd like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and Iâll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! â¤ď¸
// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so iâve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if youâd like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and Iâll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! â¤ď¸
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// Forgot I had this template by ARCANDORIA saved and, in honor of Edgerunners, I decided to fill it out for @fantasmalforces ' Volt and the resident borg, Smasher <3
Hey guys! I thought Iâd so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!
So hereâs how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!
A = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically⌠Iâm a disgusting person)
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspectâŚ)Â
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
N = NO (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they lastâŚ)
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
X = X-Ray (Letâs see whatâs going on in those pants, picture or words)
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Z = ZZZ (⌠how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Iâll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!
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// A liâl perspective flip from this old drabble đ
It was Adam who found her.
Ever the predator with a penchant for keeping his eye on potential prey that interested him, the cyborg had decided on a whim one day that it couldnât hurt to have a runner keeping an eye on Volt. He swore to himself it wasnât because he cared. He didnât. He just wanted to be able to know where she was. To keep her on her toes. It wasnât concern that spurred it on. No, it was more like... a game. Something to keep his hunting instincts as a street samurai alive and sharp. And she was an ideal moving target. So swift, so tough, so resilient. No wonder he kept coming back for more.
So when his favorite target stopped moving, he knew right away. His runner alerted him the instant sheâd stopped in a very unusual place. It wasnât one of her usual lurks. It was far into Scav territory - the kind of place sheâd only ever go if she was getting paid big money for a job. Adam didnât think much of it at first, until his eye in the sky informed him that she had stopped nearly ten minutes ago. And he hadnât pinged a signal from her since. Adam disregarded it again. âVoltâs a big girl. She can take care of herself. Just keep an eye on her from the cameras and let me know when you see her.â
He waited on the rooftop overlooking his latest targetâs penthouse, scoping out the place and waiting for the poor bastard to make the mistake of stepping outside so Smasher could use him as a landing pad for his 2,000 pounds of steel-ass. And he waited. And waited. And waited. Five minutes turned to fifteen, fifteen turned to thirty, thirty turned to forty-five. Adam got... a feeling. Some strange sensations caught somewhere between his synapses and his circuits. Like something was weighing on the wiring of his mechanical limbs. It was coming up on an hour and he finally reached out to his netrunner. âWhere is she?â
âI-I donât know.â The runner responded nervously. âSheâs not on any of the cams. Still no ping but... Smasher... One of those Scavs came out of their shop drenched in blood.â
âAnd?â That wasnât surprising. Scavs were like vultures - burying themselves in the carcasses they scraped up and emerging covered in gore. That didnât mean anything. The feeling of that tension on his coils growing didnât mean anything.
âThey had one of her arms...â The runner responded grimly.
There was a long stretch of silence. The comm link was dead air for easily over a minute. That sensation tickling his mechanics suddenly felt like an intense pressure. A long forgotten sense of nausea washed over him briefly, pushed back by his legs straightening up. He turned away from his current objective, voice stern and monotonous. âCoordinates. Now.â
It took him maybe ten minutes to get there. Hopping over buildings, nearly crushing people, swatting cars out of his way. The further into the burned out slums he went the more and more he was convinced that she hadnât come here willingly. He pinged the cameras all around, finding most of them still down from a stubborn Daemon with her signature on it. No use there. Luckily, he managed to find a trail of blood - her blood - leading into one of the buildings. At the sight of him, the Scavs began scrambling. A few were dumb enough to open fire, but their blood quickly joined hers in streaking the ground. He followed the bodies into a shoddy-looking operating theater. He didnât need to scan the area. He felt his artificial heart momentarily stop the moment his eyes landed on the grimy steel table.
There she was. Gutted, gored, and missing two limbs with her other two mostly cut through and barely hanging on. He rushed over, slamming his fingers into the edge of the metal surface and feeling it crumple under his grip.
âVolt!â He yelled. âVolt! Answer me, damn it!â He was in her face, augmented voice blaring into deaf ears. Her eyes were open, but they looked wrong... They were glazed over, like she was already dead. A quick scan showed him that she wasnât all that far from it. She needed a ripper. She needed Jaxen. Now.
Adam couldnât recall the last time heâd been so delicate with anything. Cold metal arms scooped her up, doing their damnedest not to let anymore of her intestines fall out of her. He was glad his limbs werenât capable of shaking. He was certain if his legs werenât made of reinforced tubes and plating, he might have fallen to his knees. He couldnât understand or explain why the feeling of dread came over him and made him feel like Atlas carrying the world when it was just Volt in his arms, but he felt crushed by it all. Breathing was hard and running was even harder. the world flew by in a mess of colors and lights, his body barreling through things and struggling to shield her as he charged recklessly to the only place he could think of to save her.
He felt... weak once he arrived. He didnât like feeling like that. Almost as much as he didnât like the scream that Jaxen let out, or the fact that he couldnât follow Volt on her floating stretcher back into the operating room. He wanted his runner to tap in a show him what was happening. Boldly (and perhaps a little queasily), the man refused. âYou donât want to see her like that.â As angry as it made him, Adam had a feeling that the man was probably right. He was barely stomaching the sight of Volt half-dead on that grimy operating table that was now burned into his brain. And he didnât even have the guts to feel that way anymore. All he could was sit in the lobby, cramped onto a tiny bench that creaked under his weight, optics glued to the door.
It was two days before Jaxen let him in. Before he was able to get from his bench where heâd been dutifully standing guard like a loyal dog. No food, no water, and no money from that last job he bailed on. Jaxen seemed surprised to see him. Still, she smiled softly and put a hand on his forearm, telling him she was grateful and to go see his partner. That word made him feel strange. The tickle in his circuits came back, though it wasnât quite so uncomfortable now. Reluctantly, Adam stomped through the door to her room. Seeing her on so many tubes and lines and without two of her limbs did nothing to ease the ache on his hardware, but seeing that she was awake- seeing those vibrant blue eyes glance over to him, alive and shining with life- that did. It made that tickle turn into a warmth.
âHey, you...â She cooed weakly, glancing over to the chair by her bedside. He hesitated to move forward and squat down in it. She let out an airy laugh and that warmth felt like hot oil pouring over him. âStill canât fit your ass in a chair, can ya?â
He grumbled, huffing to himself. âYou would be joking at a time like this.â
âOh? Youâre taking this seriously? I didnât know you cared-â she wheezed for a moment, coughing for several seconds. Adam jolted, raising a hand that he didnât quite know what to do with. He was reluctant to touch her, afraid- no, not afraid- worried that he might do more damage to her. She noticed.
âOh relax, Iâm not made out of glass.â
âYour situation is delicate.â He responded sternly.
âIâll bounce back. I always do.â She shrugged, wincing at the ache it caused.
âWhat were you doing out there?â It was a less a question, more of a demand.
âWork.â She responded plainly.
âBullshit. You never go over to that side of town.â
âWell, this time I did.â She pouted, clearly getting annoyed with his interrogating of her. âWhat? You my dad now? You suddenly grow a conscience in the last week or something - what gives? Why do you give a shit?â
He ignored her. âValerie-â
âDonât.â She hissed suddenly, and Adam realized what heâd said. âDonât. You. Dare.â
âGod damn it, Volt- I found you dead on a Scavâs table, I deserve to know how THE FUCKÂ you got there!â
There was a moment of intense quiet between them, eyes locked in a set of death glares. Neither was quite ready or wanting to back down. Volt bit her lip and sulked into herself. â...It was an XBD.â
â...What.â He growled.
âSome guy in Japantown was selling XBDs out of a shack. I got curious and snagged one. Mustâve been bugged.â
âYouâre telling me you almost died for a BRAINDANCE?â
âIt was part of a job-â She shouted back, only to be interrupted by a nasty coughing fit. She spat out some of the blood that pooled in her mouth from it before continuing. âFixer told me I was picking it up for some dropoff and to scope it beforehand to make sure it wasnât bugged! It was gonkbrained idea-â
âNo shit!â He snarled, backing up so he could huff out his anger before he punched a wall and got an earful from Jax again about âtearing up her establishmentâ. Another long silence fell over them, tense and uncomfortable. When it was filled, it was with her solemn over the sound of the EKG beeping over her head. âSo... youâre the one that found me?â
The cyborg was quiet. The rage left him in an instant, the image of her body on that table returning to the forefront of his mind and making him feel sick again. âYeah.â He said simply, but Volt could tell he wanted to say more. âIâd never seen you like that before. Even after I got done with you, you didnât look like that. You werenât moving or breathing. I tried screaming to see if youâd get up but you didnât answer. I thought that... you were already dead.â
He trailed off and Volt frowned. A certain softness came to her eyes as she looked over at him. âAdam...â
âyour eyes were open but you were ⌠gone.âÂ
He fell deathly quiet once more and Volt squirmed a bit. She tried at a weak smile when he finally pulled his gaze up from where it had dropped down to the floor by his feet. âItâs okay. Iâm here now.â
He huffed out a breath, swallowing his pride just a bit to add, âI didnât like seeing you like that. I didnât want you to die.â
âBecause you love me?â There was no playful edge, no teasing to her words. /he grunted a bit, drawing a faint little giggle from her. âCâmere, big guy.â
Adam let out a puzzled sound. âJust câmere!â
He scooted a little closer, leaning down to entertain her. He watched curiously as she used all of her strength to raise herself up from the bed, freezing as he felt her lips press a warm, soft kiss to the guard across his jaw right where his mouth would be. That warmth pouring over him flared up, threatening to consume him with the strongest desire to kiss back. But he couldnât. As she fell back into the sheets, it felt like she took a piece of him with her. Those lovely blue eyes were lidded, a sly little smile lingering on her lips as she looked over his frozen form, and he swore that as she spoke he felt his artificial heart stop again.
  Her face said it all. She was fighting every urge not to laugh in his place and had she been drinking she mightâve sprayed it all over his face. He felt his nails dig into the flesh of his hands in frustration. He wanted nothing more than to slam his hands down and demand her to listen and understand he was being truthful. He was tired of constantly being mocked just because he was an officer. He genuinely cared about doing what the job required, even if it meant ignoring the red tape. As long as justice was served to the right person then he didnât care how it happened. But he knew that would do nothing to help his cause and would probably infuriate her. But he had to keep his anger from ruining what could possibly be an ally.
  Misha remained tight lipped as she relented a bit. There was hope as she started speaking again. âIt doesnât matter if you want or need my help! What matters is getting the job done. Itâs stupid just to turn away more help that could bring the guy doing this to justice just because youâve got some beef with police. We all need to swallow our prides from time to time.â He argued before going quiet again. He wasnât earning himself any favors pitching a fit but he was tired of people getting away. He was tired of families having to suffer loss and feeling as if justice was never served. An audible sigh left him when she agreed to work with him, his head dropping slightly. That was a relief.
    âI appreciate it,â he said and nodded in agreement. They were terms he could work with. He just wanted the killings to stop. Let him do something good. âThe manâs known name is Gregory Schmidt but I have a hunch thatâs not true. And the media calls him The Wire. Itâs a stupid name but after heâs tortured his victims he strangles them with some kind of wire. Anything from a phone wire to even barbed wire. Iâve seen it all. Heâs been moving all around and will change up what he does to the victim to throw police off. But his fingerprintâŚor well partial ones are left. I think heâs burned part of them off so he canât be identified in a database but its like heâs taunting police because its always the same partial print right at the corner the victimâs mouth on the right side.â
To some degree, he did have a point. It would be stupid to turn people away just because of their affiliation with law enforcement. She supposed she couldnât blame what she perceived as bias or naivety from him. She wasnât shutting him down solely because of his ties. She was shutting him down because the last time sheâd made the mistake of working with the department, theyâd been all too happy to sit back while she investigated and swoop in just to take credit and leave her as an afterthought - âpolice assistanceâ - during their last public address. Suffice to say, when she spoke up about it, she was met with a strong response from them. But that wasnât any of his business, was it?
She had her way of doing things. He could either take it or leave it.
Pulling open her database, she rifled through the given aliases. Sure enough, there came a surge of media attention on the suspect. Damn vultures. They never seemed to learn that giving a prospective killer the attention only encouraged them. âEven if it was a full fingerprint, it wouldnât be good enough. Fingerprints arenât unique to individuals, and if the suspect isnât registered in any database it could end up leading to a false flag for someone who does match the section. Lifting prints it off the table.â
She sat back to tap her chin. âThe idea that he burned off the pads of his fingers might be plausible. But that leaves a few questions: was it intentional or situational? Whether itâs from an actual heat source or from chemicals. For example, the chemicals in hair products tend to be caustic to skin over time, leading the dissolving of fingerprints over time.â She shut her laptop, standing up to pull her coat off the back of her chair and over her shoulders. âOf course, in my case, the easiest way to get answers is to actually visit the crime scene and sniff around. So, where are we going then?â